Disclaimer: I don't own John Paul or Craig. But if I did Craig would have kissed him in the airport!
He's been staying longer.
John Paul smiled to himself as he went to the refrigerator to get some food for him and Craig, who was currently lying in John Paul's bed reading a football magazine. Things were starting to look up for the two of them. Now, instead of running away whenever they got close Craig would stay after sex, lying with John Paul for hours, chatting about meaningless things, and finally grumbling when he had to leave. Yep, it seemed like things were finally starting to change for the better.
John Paul grabbed two lagers and a bag of crisps and walked back upstairs. Now there was no rush. None of the McQueen's would be home for the weekend due to some impromptu weekend holiday ("Girls only" Myra had said, "I'm sure you'll get along just fine without us for a few days."), Sarah was out of town, and as far as Frankie was concerned Craig was just doing some lad stuff with John Paul.
When he entered the room Craig greeted him with a smiling face. "What I'm only good for crisps? I'm starting to think you don't care for me at all."
"What were you expecting? A full course meal?"
"Well, yes actually." He laughed and climbed out of bed towards him. John Paul was already weak in the knees just looking at his best mate, his secret lover. Craig was looking at him with an intense stare and John Paul was trying his hardest to not take Craig in his arms right then because there was still a bit of teasing to do.
"If you keep talking like this you won't be getting any food."
"Is that how it is?"
"Yes, I won't budge"
"John Paul." Craig said walking towards him. "Give me the food." He lightly kissed john Paul's neck. "You" kiss "don't" kiss "want" kiss "to" kiss " play this game" kiss. Craig grabbed the bottles and placed them on the bedside table. John Paul dropped the crisps and kissed Craig pushing him back towards the bed.